Tuдџba Yurtв Benim O -

"I am," she said. "I've been scared for a long time, Kerem. Scared of losing our friendship, scared of saying the wrong thing. But watching you up there tonight, seeing other people look at you... I realized I can't be just your friend anymore."

Kerem’s smile faded, replaced by intense focus. He stepped closer. "Derin..." TuДџba YurtВ Benim O

"Kerem," Derin said, her voice steady despite the hammering in her chest. "Can I talk to you? Alone. Right now." "I am," she said

Kerem looked at her, noting the fierce determination in her eyes that he had never seen before. He smiled warmly, excused himself from his friends, and stood up. "Of course." But watching you up there tonight, seeing other

A woman at his table leaned in closer to whisper something, placing a hand lightly on his arm. A sharp, burning sensation flared in Derin’s chest. It wasn't just simple jealousy; it was a profound, sudden realization. Kerem wasn't just a part of her life. He was her heart.

They had been inseparable for a year—a year of shared secrets, late-night drives listening to Turkish pop, and quiet understandings. But they had never crossed the line from "best friends" to something more. Fear of ruining what they had kept them both anchored in the safe harbor of friendship.

"No, let me finish," she interrupted, taking his hands in hers. They were warm, grounding her. "You are my person. You are the one I want to share everything with. I don't want to share you with anyone else in that way. To put it simply... Benim o. You are mine, and I want to be yours."